Freedom in Soul

Heavy pelts of rain falls down from the impetuous dark sky into the oceans. The raging waters rises and falls like my breathing, irregular and rough. Lightening strikes every now and then, flashing as bright as the sun for the shortest moment, each time, followed by the most cacophony of thunders.

I feel discombobulated. Life is nothing but a mist of repugnant lies of hopes and dreams that may never ever come true. I wish I was free, from truth and lies, laws and rules, all made to control and contain. I don't want to be part of this scheme. It feels like an asylum. I want, to live as I dreamed, to dream as I lived. I don't want to feel trapped anymore. Maybe this day would come. I believe it would, some day...

~Unfoundlegacy~